06:00 Wake before alarm, because bodies are like that.06:30 Re-check weather forecast. Smirk.07:15 Blimey it's quiet out. Head for mainline station. Am wrapped up warm, for now.08:00 Slump into table seat in nigh-empty carriage. Get new book out.10:00 Stuff book back into rucksack and head off into Seaside Resort. I've not been here since 1970.

10:30 Ignoring the town centre for the time being, arrive at Modernist pier. Admire high alumina concrete.11:00 Decide against long trek to geographytastic coastal feature (maybe some other time).11:05 Jacket comes off and gets stuffed in rucksack. It is finally, actually, definitively, spring.11:30 Gratuitous use of cliff lift, for experiential purposes, then immediately zig-zag back down to beach.11:45 Avoiding land train, arrive at Seaside Resort's second pier. Queue to pay token amount for admission. Fail to stop for drink, or zipwire whizz.12:00 Follow minor river into town centre, choosing to ignore expensive 10 minute aerial ride.12:30 To appeal to local grey-haired contingent, teenage keyboard buskers in Seaside Resort have evolved to play rock and roll numbers and 1970s TV themes.12:35 Locate grave of famous novelist in churchyard, opposite Wetherspoons named in her honour.12:45 Five miles walking complete. Arrive at Seaside Resort's museum. Admire wildly Art Nouveau interior.

13:45 Consider stopping for a drink, but press on along seafront. Bank Holiday beach bustle now in full effect.13:55 Consider stopping for fish and chips, but the fish doesn't look local, and the chips are nowhere near as thick as they ought to be.14:00 Still gratuitously following paths and steps up and down the cliff, rather than sweeping along the promenade with the masses.14:15 Serious contours mean Seaside Resort isn't as full of mobility scooters as some other seaside resorts.14:30 Finally succumb and queue for an ice cream, from one of the less extortionate kiosks. That'll do for lunch.15:00 Return to the wooded valley I remember our hotel was adjacent to in 1970. I suspect it's now under new management.15:20 Another four miles completed. Cross local authority boundary into adjacent unitary district (I notice these things).15:30 Walking down a remote street in the deeper suburbs. No normal daytripper to Seaside Resort would venture this far (and rightly so).15:45 Return to seafront via another wooded valley. Decide against long trek to second geographytastic coastal feature (maybe some other time).16:00 Temperature hits nineteen degrees, in entirely uncharacteristic bank holiday weather jackpot.16:15 Pass several red-faced families clustered outside beach huts drinking tea/cola/beer and scoffing Pringles.16:30 Consider stopping for a drink, but that would be defeatist. Press on to surprisingly-distant railway station.

17:00 Settle into less cosy seat in quite busy train. Get book out again.18:45 Two-thirds of new Bryant & May book now complete. It's good innit?19:00 Return to busy (and somewhat overcast) London. Why is everybody here wearing a coat?19:15 Consider getting jacket back out of rucksack, but decide to brave the chill instead. Get some funny looks.

19:45 Arrive home from grand day out in Seaside Resort. Coat off. Kettle on. Feet up.20:15 Finally get round to eating something substantial (by amalgamating contents of fridge).20:45 Start looking through today's photos (I appear to have taken 342). Most are not as good as I'd hoped.21:30 Put kettle on again. Apparently I walked fifteen miles today (my legs feel as if this measurement is correct).22:00 What I should do next is upload my favourite photos to Flickr and then write a thousand word report on my day out.22:01 Cop out and write a report about a report instead.23:30 Upload rather too many photos anyway.Bank Holiday +30m Crawl into bed and set the alarm for fractionally later than stupid o'clock.